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Craig David

By on 16 June, 2016


Almost as read (slightly mended) at Find the Right Words last night, 15 June 2016. Includes references to sexism, xenophobia, homophobia, fatphobia, racism, manipulation, and a bit of self-harm and suicidal idealisations; all in connection to horrible current events. Plus, a few swearsies in Spanish.

This week
has been like a rubbish
Craig David song.
Every side of my identity
has been attacked,
out loud
and in silence.


On Friday,
a young voice was cut dry
by an obsessive fan
who dragged her along to his grave;
the 100 virgins of Valhalla
concentrated in one small girl
with a roar of thunder inside.
The female Dimebag Darrell of pop,
the female Dimebag Darrell,
the female,
whose crime
was to become famous.
“If she sang just in the shower”,
the purists say,
“and not online,
she’d still be around”.
at home.


On Saturday,
the ultras from a wounded
mother land,
factories dismantled by capitalism,
the lover that split countries
and blocks apart,
aimed to flare us into disruption.
“May your divorce be as gruesome as ours”,
they charged into us, the horses.
“May your star fade away
in your constellation”.
In the eyes, the tear gas eyes, of the police,
when the victim fights back
against the bully,
the victim becomes the bully.
The hooligan,
as usual.
“If those drunk gits
stayed at home,
mouths shut,
jazz hands for every goal,
in England, in their own country,
this wouldn’t have happened.
Guess who’s not having a party.


On Sunday,
shots through the stomach,
nails on every limb:
Queer bar,
Latin night,
“callense el hocico, putos”,
was the shout,
but in English;
none of this “Allahu Akbar”
the same people who hate you,
hate me,
swear they heard all the way
to their Hamptons cottage.
Some of the dead
had previously died
when their parents said
“you’re dead to me”.
Wish granted, mami and papi,
now shove that lamp up your arse.
I may just be a greedy pig to you,
and maybe you read me as part of the norm,
but my head still hurts
from all the panic and crying.
Mis tios, tus tios,
all caps on newspaper message boards:
“si no anduvieran de jotitos
y se quedaran en casa,
casaditos y con hijos,
seguirian con nosotros
y no ardiendo en el infierno”.
(this is why I don’t talk to them)


Don’t get me started on Monday:
back in my other house,
our independent,
super punk,
vaporwave governor,
quoted as saying
“nobody likes fat girls”.
Set ablaze for bodyshaming,
he dug a deeper hole in the ground
and made his point clearer,
more hateful:
“I didn’t mean ‘the obese’,
I meant teenage girls who get pregnant:
nobody likes them,
baby daddies leave”.
I swear
to the Virgin of Guadalupe,
that if I were a teen mum,
after all this neverending rain of dung,
I would have hung myself
from a Job Centre sign.


No time to put that rope away
back in that chest in the attic:
as, on Tuesday,
the only bloody foreigner who should get deported
(if he lived here in the first place),
obliged the masses to change their minds
and give away their rights,
your rights,
our rights,
because he’s a nobody in Belgium.
he is
a nobody,
he wants us to feel
like nobodies.
And sometimes,
it works.
It nearly worked for me
enough to take the knives out of the cupboard
but I didn’t want to
clean up the mess afterwards.
So instead, I took out my pen
and bled red ink all over the paper.
let’s go and party,
let’s stay and shout,
let’s stay together
and hope
for a better Wednesday.


And then, of course, on Thursday (today) a Labour MP was a victim of a terrorist Britain First attack. I could expand this poem forever. Please, make it stop.

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Reporte UK: The Mirror Trap

By on 5 April, 2015


As with every other Monday, last week I shared my latest British music findings with La Pop Life. This Mexican-based website is heavily invested in broadcasting acts and events from around the world; and they have representatives across Latin America, Europe and the USA. I just saw Placebo play live at De Montfort Hall in Leicester, and enjoyed the opening band so much that I had to spread the love. They are called The Mirror Trap, and here is a translation of my report about them.

As usual, you can access the original text in Spanish directly on the website.

Scottish rock, with the support of Placebo and adoration of Russia.

From their beginnings, The Mirror Trap have based their existence in the admiration and respect for those who have filled the world with romance. Their members – singer Gary “The Panther” Moore, guitar players Michael “John” McFarlane and Paul Markie, drummer Paul “Drums” Reilly, and bassist Ben Doherty– got together in 2009 when they were studying music and they would frequently stumble upon each other at gigs and other events.

In those days, the national success of the band The View seemed to put Dundee on the map. Suddenly, several bands from this small Scottish city began to form in order to take advantage of people’s attention. Most of them crumbled a couple of years later, and in The Panther’s words, “only the weirdos were left”.

They call themselves “musical perverts”, and they watch the whole Jools Holland show like a religious service. They soak up everything they see and listen to, from Queens of the Stone Age to Radiohead, Joy Division, The Cure and The Smiths. Not only do they love music and attend gigs like the rest of us, but they wait for their idols and approach them at the end.

They became friends with The View and they opened for them a few times, before releasing their first LP, The Last Great Melodrama (2011). They won a contest to do the same for Deacon Blue, winning the attention and lust of several older ladies. In 2012 they played at T in the Park, released The Visible Hand EP and recorded a live session with Vic Galloway for BBC Scotland.

That year they were discovered by promoter Lee Wilkie, who took up the gauntlet of managing them alongside Dave Mclean from Riverman Management, Placebo‘s management house. Once they got Brian Molko’s attention, they established a charming relationship in which they’ve opened for the London trio/duo in several occasions, including a complete tour around eight cities in Russia during the summer of 2014, a tour in which they took the chance to advertise their second LP,  Stay Young. They made such an impression in that country, that they received drawings and collages, gratitude in unison from the audience, and even marriage proposals.

This year, The Mirror Trap are still opening for Molko and his colleagues around the United Kingdom, hanging out with fans and enjoying as much as they can with every visit. They have already quit their jobs to dedicate themselves one hundred percent to music. They can’t always afford to dine and sleep, so they seize tours to the max.

On February 2015 they released Silent Men EP, and they keep introducing new songs live every night.  “Piranhas”, for example, has been a great favourite.

To listen more and buy their material, merchandise, and perhaps get them some tacos, follow them through Facebook and Bandcamp. If you want to read more about them and learn their lyrics, visit their Blogspot.

The Mirror Trap live, opening for Placebo, De Montfort Hall, Leicester, 16 March 2015.
The Mirror Trap live, opening for Placebo, De Montfort Hall, Leicester, 16 March 2015.

Their tour with Placebo ended in late March, and now they are locked in the studio working on a sparkling new LP. Hopefully they will tour on their own and play in your home town pretty soon.

Other translated editions of Reporte UK: Zun Zun EguiLusts, ist.

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