a little dose of bad ass for you - the pelvic thrusts at about 1:15 should be enough to get you through the day…
a little dose of bad ass for you - the pelvic thrusts at about 1:15 should be enough to get you through the day…

I could stare at people’s polaroid galleries for hours…and I do. so you can imagine how many MORE hours I spend perusing when the curators are alison mosshart + jamie hince of the kills. check it:
The Kills have a passion for art in general and specifically Polaroid. Kicking off the Blood Pressures tour at SXSW, Allison and Jamie will be documenting their tour and uploading it here. So check back for new galleries on a regular basis. In the mean time they’ve shared some amazing photos from the past.
even more reason to love them. PS if you haven’t checked out their new album, blood pressures, get on it. seriously the best work I’ve heard from them to date. amazing.





had to close with that jack white shot, duh….
song of the day
the kills | U.R.A fever

I will never forget the first time I saw Alison Mosshart. The Kills were playing the small stage at Dallas House of Blues and our dear friend Natalaie got us VIP seating…as in my feet were propped up on the stage from my comfy couch. Alison swaggers out to this song with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, painted on black jeans, signature beat up gold Dior Homme boots…and comes right at me making eye contact the entire time. love. at first. sight.
The Kills
“What New York Used To Be”
There’s a lot of nostalgia in this song, but it’s all for memories of things that happened before one’s own time. It’s an idealized version of the past; this construct of representation and fantasy that only serves to highlight the perceived inadequacies of the present. The lyrics fixate on the past, but it’s a song about living right now, and being overwhelmed with disgust for what can seem like an all-permeating lack of vision, creativity, pleasure, purpose, you name it, and desperately wanting to reshape the world to match your expectations. There’s a feeling of intense concentration in the song, as if the two members of the band are actually attempting to build their version of the world with only a handful of sounds, and the sheer force of their will. Jamie Hince’s guitar textures, so brilliant throughout all of the Midnight Boom album, reach their pinnacle here, alternating between mechanical clanging, hints of synth pop, and a chugging, dense fuzz that evokes the image of slow-burning flames. By the end of the track, Alison Mosshart chants the title phrase with increasing intensity as if it were an incantation, and in that moment, it feels as though her vision of the city could just magically return, and be nothing at all what like New York actually used to be. (Originally posted 11/4/2008)
yes sir. BEST. KILLS SONG. EVER.
song of the day.
the kills | mexico
turn this up. kick ass at work. repeat.

song of the day
the kills | murdermile
happy friday…
