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Welcome to BadmintonStamps. We're Philabuster and SkinnySlim, representing Philly and NYC respectively. We are very good looking. Thanks.

April 30, 2007


SkinnySlim Is Busy Living His Life


SkinnySlim will be out of commission for the next week and a half. In the meantime, he will present some of his favorite songs from the history of time. "Hey," you say, "I want the hysterical and insightful writing of the 'Slim. Why are you cheating me?" Well, my friend, if you don't listen up, the only cheating going on will be the cheating you're doing to yo' self. Sucker.







The Pony Track's Been Workin' Awful Hard For You


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



April 27, 2007


SkinnySlim Is Busy Fucking Shit Up


SkinnySlim will be out of commission for the next week and a half. In the meantime, he will present some of his favorite songs from the history of time. "Hey," you say, "I want the hysterical and insightful writing of the 'Slim. Why are you cheating me?" Well, my friend, if you don't listen up, the only cheating going on will be the cheating you're doing to yo' self. Sucker.



April 26, 2007


Five Things SkinnySlim Is Too Busy For This Weekend In Philly


The Neighborhood Choir are kicking things off tonight at
The Khyber, fresh off some recording sessions in Dr. Dog's studio. If there's any gold left in that there mixing board, they'll be the ones to find it. Stick around afterwards for ukulele pimps Movable Type and New York's Ravens & Chimes.

Friday night is serious chillaxing time. Precious Japanese bric-a-bracers Colette Columbirch were all that an' a bag of finger cymbals two weeks ago, and they're back for an encore at The Fire. Elsewhere, Brrr keep you warm and fuzzy in their homey Bread Bin digs.

The rock returns on Saturday night, when the UK's Black Mekon (pic'd) roll into The Parlor. Blues grooves reminiscent of Philabuster's dearly disbanded 22-20's, but ratcheted way, way up to something along the lines of honkeytonk Hives. Fellow Brits Swampmeat, local nu-Elvis Ladyfingers, and substantial amounts of boxed wine round out the festivities.

And of course, Sugartown over at Tritone featuring, as previously discussed, BadmintonStamps' new moody Delaware crushes The Sky Drops.




SkinnySlim Is Busy Running Trains For Three Days


SkinnySlim will be out of commission for the next week and a half. In the meantime, he will present some of his favorite songs from the history of time. "Hey," you say, "I want the hysterical and insightful writing of the 'Slim. Why are you cheating me?" Well, my friend, if you don't listen up, the only cheating going on will be the cheating you're doing to yo' self. Sucker.




Thursday Photo Essay


Billy's Got Your Back


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April 24, 2007


Mid-Week Concert Peek


First things first, Spoon was seriously on point at the StaR5 Ballroom on Sunday night. The fantastic mix of older, newer, and newest stuff whipped the very enthusiatic crowd into a frenzy that it usually takes something like, oh,
back-to-back-to-back-to-back home runs to inspire. Unsurprisingly, April 22nd is the early contender for Philabuster's "Best Sunday of the Year" award. Big props to 'Stamps DH Mystery Man Mike for making it all happen.

Tonight, Nicole Atkins (pic'd) wraps up the final installment of her month-long Tuesday residency at The Fire. She's got chops that evoke Petula Clark, but cuts her pop gloss with a dark country croon that they ain't never seen downtown.

Sultry sirenage is the name of the game once more on Wednesday night. Not sure how this slipped under the radar until now, but brooding Australian sensations Howling Bells are headlining at the North Star. It's hard to say why their phenomenal debut album still hasn't received a proper US release yet. It's even harder to say just who thought it would be funny to put them on a bill with Bells, Bells, Bells.

If sexy ladies aren't your thing, then chart a course for The Khyber on Wednesday, where the Pela show and CD release party will be, at least on stage, a total dudefest.




Don't Even Bother Taking The Book Off The Shelf


You don't hear much about Hooked On Phonics anymore. For those of you who don't know, HOP was this home learning literacy program that was all up in my grill during the eighties and nineties. But now those ubiquitous ads touting the end to illiteracy have disappeared, much like illiteracy itself. I mean, if Hooked On Phonics isn't all up in my grill that must mean everyone can read, right? Wrong. It turns out that hundreds, if not thousands of people cannot read. This of course does not include you, because you are reading this right now, probably. You "readers" may feel no concern for the illiterate. But it's a huge problem, tremendous even. Because if one person can't read, that means one less person comes to BadmintonStamps. And less readers mean less ad dollars for SkinnySlim. And I like money. And steak. And strippers. And music. So do a mitzvah for your fellow man and have your illiterate friends dial 1-800-ABC-DEFG and order a circa 1989 copy of Hooked On Phonics. It's the only way I'm going to be able to get an exotic dancer to cook me a steak tonight while we grind to the strip club stylings of Belle & Sebastian. It's like my English professor used to say, "There is no pleasure more fulfilling than the joy of a good tease."



April 23, 2007


The Pony Track Needs To Lay Off The Sleep


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



April 19, 2007


Thursday Photo Essay


The Long And Straight Road


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Thursday Photo Essay


Can't Nobody Stop My Ball's Shine


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Download: Wilco - "Kingpin"


April 18, 2007


In Which The Hero Links To Things Elsewhere On The Internet


Wednesday: least weekendly of all the days. Thankfully, there's party photos to ease the hurt. Gaze deep into the
Yap Snaps from Saturday's super-crowded Making Time and let the memory of klaxonsoulwaxjams take you back to a happier, dancier place.

Last week, The Libertines kinda sorta reunited. Surely, the NME office mop has never seen quite this much spooge.

We continue to buy what The Sky Drops (pic'd) are selling. Which, in this case, is the two hot new cuts of Shields-y shoegaze they're streaming on their MySpace page. Philly gets to hear the genuine article next Saturday at Tritone.

Congrats to our man Doron Taussig for his award-winning work on "Immigration". The Perkasie pool repairs never had a chance.

Bonus photo link: serious biznass Upstairs at Sal's two weeks ago, where sibling spin doctors SuperToddBros ushered in what is without question the 'Stamps go-to party for all First Fridays from here on out. At one point T.I., Boys II Men, and a bonkers Nirvana remix all happened within the span of a single PBR tallboy. We very strongly suggest you get familiar.



April 17, 2007


Indian, Sushi, Chinese, Bagel/Bialy, Diner, Sandwich, Mexican, Italian, Other


I'm from New York City, where we don't sleep, take shit, or pour cheese on our vegetables. Seriously Rest of America, what up with that? Dousing your broccoli with velveeta or melted cow whatnot is straight up nasty. I may not be Kosher, cause there ain't nothing that goes better together than some meat and cheese, but I am Yorksher. It's the NYC diet laws, and the rules are simple: you must eat all nine ethnic food groups at least once every week, no more than one freezer item a month, Chinese food on Sunday, and you only mix dairy and greens when you're eating pizza or when it's top shelf parmigiano reggiano on a mesculin salad. Clearly my man Devin isn't representing the City on this one. More like his home state of Texas, where they drip fat on anything that could possibly be construed as healthy. And for the record, although it's not forbidden by the Yorksher rules, I don't eat the other thing Devin wants to serve with his broccoli and cheese.



April 16, 2007


The Girlfriend Track Is Up Bright And Early


The Girlfriend Track is song that SkinnySlim deems sexy for a lady to feel. We're talking about songs where, if my girl said "Yo, turn this up", I would be turned on.

Usually the Girlfriend Track is all naughty 'n sleazy, getting down to various
filthy sex acts and general mischievous behavior. But this one's all cuddly-like. It's about waking on that next lazy morning and spending some quality time in bed. This Girlfriend Track is gonna tenderly awake you from your slumber as I fix some eggs and steal the neighbor's Sunday Times. Then I'll remove your blindfold and untie you while you use your teeth to scrape off the hot wax residue left on my chest from last night's extra curricular activity. We'll break another one off and start anew, cause baby, it's a brand new day.




The Pony Track Might Wreck Itself


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



April 12, 2007


A Phestivus For The Rest Of Us This Weekend In Philly


We're not sure exactly what to make of the Baskin Robbins-esque variety of shit currently being flung on or about the
Popped! festival. But the totally middle-of-the-road Pitchfork review for tonight's headliners and all-around "likeable parasites" Golden Ball will surely inspire its fair share of projectiles. It's goin' down at the Parlour, cuz.

If you just want a safe, reliable Canadian back up plan, there's always Junior Boys at the church basement. Philabuster's not too keen about their decision to bring a live drummer along for tours. But at the end of the day, beats is beats is beats. UPDATE: R5 has revealed that it ain't just a live drummer. It'll be a full live band, with guitar, bass, two drummers, and like fifteen keyboarders. Hoowah! Also, this "adult show" show is now officially BYOB. Ya know, as opposed to all R5's other shows which are unofficially BYOB. And since when do kids today notoriously not feel Junior Boys?

On Friday night, Popped! will party like it's Saturday night, rolling out their heavyweight line-up of Illinois, Bardo Pond, Spinto Band, and Dr. Dog at Starlight Ballroom one night earlier than originally planned. Hey, plans change. So long as we hear "Brown Boxes" and "Alaska", all is forgiven.

So now your Saturday night is free to be entirely devoted to a most epic Making Time at Transit. Aussie sensation Muscles has just been added to the bill, ready and willing to answer the question of what happens when you listen to Hot Chip upside down (spoiler: it's not "something as good or better than Hot Chip"). Whatever. The 'Stamps suggest you get your heavy PBR lifting done during his set and then dance a couple of quick warm-up laps around the basement during Bonde Do Role redux. That'll leave you all loosey goosey for an early AM Klaxons(pic'd)/Soulwax double-plus freakout. Slamajama, peeps.




Thursday Photo Essay


Somebody Got The Sex


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Thursday Photo Essay


Wallabelly


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April 10, 2007


No Sleep For The Funky


You're sleepy, like SkinnySlim. And you're worn down, like SkinnySlim. And you've been working too hard, like SkinnySlim. Well, what would SkinnySlim do? He'd ask any self respecting 1960s-70s dancilicious kickass band what they would do. They would tell him, "Tighten Up, bitch!" Tighten Up is official 1960s-70s dancilicious kickass band code for snap the hell outta it and get your scene together. So that's what we're going to do. We're going to have Maceo and the rest of James Brown's band tighten us up with one of my alltime favorite tracks ever put to wax. Then we're going to have Al Escobar tighten us up with some delicious Latin flavored funk. You think we done? Shit baby, we just getting started. By the time Billy Ball & The Upsetters are through with us, we're gonna be so tight that an all bran diet doesn't stand a chance.



April 9, 2007


Links May Change Me, But I Can't Change Links


NME
reviews last Friday night's Kasier Chiefs extravaganza, the first Philly show they've reported on since...um, Live 8 maybe? They leave out the bit about some of the moshers being bald 45-year old douche bags, but otherwise it's pretty right on.

Just 19 days left until we start referring to the mid-size concert venue on the fourth block of South Street as The Philly Fill. Todd Rundgren, who will headline the re-naming celebration, was chosen because of his well-publicized affinity for awkward, horrible names.

Save the music! Local quirk-popsters Shout Magic are on the hunt for a trumpet or keyboard player. Must enjoy supporting the release of a new EP and tender songs about tire company mascots. Meanwhile, Pixiefied trio US Funk Team is still missing a drummer, and now a bass player, too. Which, if my math skills are even half of what they used to be, kinda makes it seem like we just reported on the end of US Funk Team. But that would be awful, and we're too nice to do that to people on a Monday.

Finally, our sincere condolences to friends and family of Rick D, one of the most recognizable and well-respected members of the musical community here in Philadelphia, as he heads on up to that big Tritone in the sky.




NY Hipster Kooll Cake Patty


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



April 6, 2007


Two Things Keith Richards Isn't Snorting This Weekend In Philly


Tonight, as
previously mentioned/currently still being given away, it's Kaiser Chiefs, The Walkmen, and Annuals at the Electric Factory. Look, you already know The Walkmen are gonna be crazygonuts. And Annuals have that magical combo of genre-defying ecclecticism and smoking hot keyboard player chic that drives all the kids wild these days. Throw in some alcohol and British accents, and fuhgetaboudit.

COOL SHIT ALERT! Saturday night at Philabuster's home court (ie: Medusa Lounge), the dudes from Bleached Black are presenting what projects to be one of the best nights of your entire year. Yes, the $3 PBR & shot specials will get you pissy. Yes, the Mongorock will get you shake-shakin' it. And yes, the staff/ownership of Medusa is hands-down the sexiest bunch of cocktailers in the tri-state area. On top of all that, you get the live US debut performance of Japanese hush-tronica outfit Colette Columbirch (pic'd). The 'Stamps home office has been resonating pretty much non-stop with the ambient electro-awesomeness of their MySpace page since Bleached Jeff tipped us off about 48 hours ago, and it's really everything you'd want from the lovechild of Air and your favorite Swedish pop group. Put the zaney hot-n-cold games Mother Nature has been playin' the last few weeks out of your mind, and realize that spring is seriously going to just full-on happen at this show tomorrow night. By the by, shit is totally FREE. Flyer here. See you there.




Uh-huh, Okay, What's Up...Shut Up!


This may surprise you, but I didn't pay thirty bucks to hear some balding yuppie douchebag sing the songs of The Pipettes; I paid thirty bucks to hear The Pipettes sing the songs of The Pipettes. In terms of concert etiquette, even the
early clap doesn't hold a candle to the loud sing along. Heck, even holding a candle doesn't hold a candle to the loud sing along. And I don't care if you can sing well, either. That's even worse, and if you need to show the world your skillz, there's a Korean Karaoke bar with your name on it. Actually, it probably has a Korean name on it. But that's not the point. Look, I get it. You like the band. You also know the lyrics (kind of). And your body is able to process alcohol. But these three things are not integers in the left side of an equation that equals you singing at the top of your lungs into my ear. They are things that prove you are like everybody else at the fucking concert: a fan. So be a good fan and hoot and holler when the songs over, jump up and down when it's dance time, and buy a t-shirt if you're so inclined. Just please don't ruin the show for the people around you by singing so loudly that you deserve to get shot in the face.




April 5, 2007


Thursday Photo Essay


Ed Can Teach You


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Thursday Photo Essay


You Know What They Say About Men With Big Phones


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April 4, 2007


I Predict A Giveaway


Normally, we'd be the first to tell you that Friday night's line-up at the Electric Factory - consisting of Annuals, The Walkmen, and headliners The Kaiser Chiefs - is pretty effin' good. But seeing as how their entire month-long US tour is actually
sponsored by NME, it seems a little more appropriate to describe it as The Single Greatest Tour In The History Of The World By The Hottest Bands You've Ever Heard Or Will Hear Ever...Ever. And really, who's gonna miss that? Not you, that's not who. Just shoot an e-mail to contest@badmintonstamps.com with the subject "MOB LOBLAW", and you could win a freebie pair of This Year's Hottest Tickets. Of course, we want to share the Philly love with 'Stampers outside the immediate 2-1-5 vicinity as well, so a second lucky winner will receive an all-vinyl prize pack with both the Chief's new album Yours Truly, Angry Mob and an autographed Annuals 7". Non-locals, please be sure to let us know in your e-mail if you're only in it for the vinyl. And while you're at it, don't forget about the other giveaway we've still got running. Later this month: the kitchen sink.




Alarm Call


I woke up this morning, like I do every day, at 9:14am. I set my alarm for 9:14 on weekdays and for some non divisor of 5 on weekends (11:17, 12:03, 10:49, etc.) because waking up to an alarm on a divisor of 5 is bad luck in ancient Hindu tradition. And you guy know how I am about the ancient Hindis. Anyway, my alarm is this fancypants mahogany thing that was hand crafted by the Menocu company. Expensive shit. Speaking of which, could you all refresh your web browsers right now so I can make more ad money? Appreciated. So this Menocu Alarm clock allows me to pre-program songs to wake me up. I'm allowed 500 songs, but I only use three: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails, the cover of "Hurt" by Johnny Cash, and "I Want It That Way" by The Backstreet Boys. Today was a Backstreet day. As I lay in my four post soaking in the Carter, I came to a stunning realization. This song is crap. I know what you're thinking, "But, Slim, it's a beautifully crafted pop number with stunning vocalization from one of the most timeless acts of our time. Our time being the late nineties." True, sure, and word. But the message is all wrong. When I'm sexing up a woman, I want to hear her say, "I want it that a-way." Tell me what you need woman, and the Slim is happy to oblige. I'm going to give you want you want, with a little extra something something (usually involving silly string and electrical tape), but you gotta whisper/moan it into my good ear. Cause baby, whether it's at 9:14 in the am or 11:59 at night, I gots to have a honey who's gonna tell her wants to her Slim. And once we get started baby, I promise it'll only hurt a little.



April 3, 2007


Land Of Giveaways


Okay, we've heard all your sob stories. You got yer hair did. You wore the jeans - yeah, those jeans. Maybe you even showed security that small portrait of Andrew Jackson you sometimes carry with you. But all your efforts were in vain. Sans ticket, you just weren't getting into Johnny Brenda's last Friday night, no way, no how. Fortunately, BadmintonStamps is more than just a shoulder to cry on. We're a shoulder to win free stuff that'll ease the pain of rejection on. So how about you take a deep breath, open up your e-mail client of choice, and send a friendly little note with the subject "LET'S TALK ABOUT IT" to contest@badmintonstamps.com. One of you lucky peeps will have your self-esteem bolstered by a shiny new copy of Applause Cheer Boo Hiss, the new EP from Metric-gone-grungy trio Land Of Talk. With the money you'll save by getting it free, you could even pay somebody to stand outside your bedroom door all bouncer-like, glaring menacingly at friends and house pets while you rock out. Cause it's like we always say, folks: listening well is the best revenge.




Afternoon Request


Sweet Sweet Miss Moses writes in: "if you're taking requests, throw up some sweet sweet R Kelly for my man. I'm kinda feeling it today, and I know he feels it every day." I've been on a big Kells kick myself recently so I'm happy to oblige. Let's get flirtatious with that new shit.



April 2, 2007


Keep The Pony Track On Speed Dial


Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony" Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!



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LCD Soundsystem - Sound Of Silver Arcade Fire - Neon Bible Klaxons - Myths Of The Near Future
Nice And Smooth - Ain't A Damn Thing Changed Amy Winehouse - Back To Black The Rolling Stones - Exile On Main Street