HEY! SHOUD OUT LOUDS ARE GOING ON TOUR!

Sweet and sour popsters Shout Out Louds are one of few bands that have lately seen a rise in profile after leaving (being dropped by, whatever) a major label. The Swedish group's U.S. major label LP Howl Howl Gaff Gaff (a foreign version of the album plus a few singles added on) was released by Capitol Records in 2005. Sure, a major label can do amazing things for a band -- like get them included on some truly culture-rattling soundtracks like Music from the OC: Mix 5 (Warner Bros.) and Music from the Television Series One Tree Hill - Volume II: Friends with Benefit (Maverick) -- but, ultimately, any band with their indie pop-wits about them would rather be on a label owned by some Superchunker with labelmates like The Arcade Fire. This alliance appears to be paying off, as the band has just released Out Ill Wills on Merge Records, to much/some acclaim and excitement.

The next logical step for the Shout Out Louds would be a U.S. tour to promote the LP, and that is exactly what will happen. The band has previously supported shows with The Strokes, The Dears, The Essex Green, and a slew of others, but this time they are headlining, with support from fellow Swedes Johnossi and LA band Nico Vega. The month-long trek starts October 6 in Los Angeles at the Detour Festival.

Tourdates:

@ Bloc Party, Justice Kinky, Autolux, Comedians of Comedy & more

* Johnossi, Nico Vega

David Bowie, Bun B, Mos Def and Thousands More Protest In The Name Of The Jena 6, But Where’s Everyone Else?

The new "collaboration" between David Bowie and legendary rap artists like Bun B of UGK and Mos Def isn't the latest mash-up or genre crossover. In a bout of activism, the rappers forfeited their rapping for a day last Friday to participate in a large-scale protest in Jena, Louisiana in the name of six black teenagers charged with beating a white schoolmate late last year. Out of the six cases, to which Bowie donated $10,000, only one of the defendants has been tried, with his convictions then overturned on the basis that the defendant, Mychal Bell, 16, should not have been tried as an adult. He remains incarcerated.

The outrage, though, does not come on the heels of a simple schoolyard tussle. It is instead a reaction to a series of racially charged happenings in the tiny Southern town. In the summer of 2006, after two of the so-called Jena 6 asked their principle for permission to sit under the "white tree" in front of the school, three nooses were found hanging from the very tree. Understandably heightening with racial tension, a school building was then the target of an unsolved arson. The events came to a head, though, after a black student, Robert Bailey Jr. was attacked by white students. In retaliation, white student Justin Barker, allegedly bragging about the events, was beaten by a group of black students. Six teens were arrested, and all but the youngest, a 14 year old, were charged as adults. (MTV has an excellent story with a more detailed recap.)

Since then, outrage has grown in response to the harsh, seemingly bigoted charges, culminating in Friday's protest. With the community and its leaders banding together, many traveled from miles away to participate in the day's events, including Reverend Jesse Jackson, Martin Luther King III, and Al Sharpton, as well as the aforementioned Mos Def and Bun B.

Noticeably absent, though, were some of the biggest names not only in hip-hop, but music as a whole. Signing over a big check is certainly admirable, but Bowie's missing appearance is like a deadbeat dad sending a $20 lodged in a birthday card once a year. The donation is of course appreciated, but imagine the increased solidarity and media attention if he were there. And where was Kanye West? If he can sell 957,000 records in one week, he could have surely rallied more supporters for The Jena 6.

As Mos Def was quoted: "Shame on everybody who's not here. I'm fuckin' mad. I'm disappointed to always be coming to these things and it's only one or two people... If you ain't gonna use your voice, then be quiet... I'm disappointed and ashamed."

Rolling Stones Earn Biggest Bucks; You to Channel Frustration Over The Way Things Are Into a Sudsy Revolution

THE FORBES RICHEST MUSICIANS LIST:

Oh hey, revolutionary-reader-baby! Oh, wow, you smell fresh today. Like clean laundry, roses, and sunshine. Is Mom keeping bars of Dove in your undie drawer this season? Can you just hold on for two shakes of a lamb's tail, reader baby? I'm a little busy fashioning this battering ram.

Here's the deal, my soon-to-be fist-raising revolter. Recently, Forbes reported The Rolling Stones the richest band of the year, with profit margins from June 2006 to 2007 hitting $88 million. And apparently, their tour “Bigger Bang” earned a cool $437 million since 2005 -- the most cha-ching-bling-blingin’ tour in history.*

Which should say to you, oh independent-minded, soap-smelling beautifully free TMT reader, IT IS TIME TO FIGHT THE MAN. The Stones have been on top for too long, wearing monocles and lighting cigars with hundred dollar bills while scoffing at inner city school children, puppies, and homeless toddlers.

The time is now, baby. This is the moment our purpose is realized. I’m talking full-scale Robin Hood shit. Pulling the filthy bandana out from under Keithy’s sweaty-Stoner head. He’ll be crying puddles of eyeliner, and we’ll be spitting on his shirtless chest, riding into the sunset with bags of money on horseback to pursue truth.

Think of what $88 million could do for indie music. Like:

(1) Clear skin.

(2) Good hair.

(3) ...Sweet jams, and enough Dove soap for all indies great and small, reader baby. Maybe even Irish Spring. Or Safeguard. Axe body wash for ladies men. Lots and lots and lots of soap. And bubble baths. And Cuban cigars to smoke while in bubble baths.

I smell justice, and it is as sweet smelling as you, reader baby. Let’s share the wealth, shower the indies we love with $$$ love.

* Second only in attendance to any traveling Bill Cosby lecture

Phosphorescent Embarks on U.S. Tour, Books Euro Tour with Akron/Family, Prefers Old-School Porn

DISCLAIMER: The "interview" below is completely false. Shame on you for thinking Houck could be a porn freak!

Here are five reasons why you should see Phosphorescent on tour:

1. Phosphorescent is releasing his new album, Pride, October 23 on Dead Oceans.
2. Akron/Family is fucking awesome -- as is their new album, Love Is Simple (TMT Review) -- and they're touring with Phosphorescent in Europe.
3. "A Picture Of Our Torn Up Praise" (MP3)
4. Phosphorescent, a.k.a. Matthew Houck, likes to reminisce about the days of past when porn was harder to come by. "Porn is everywhere now -- one click of the mouse and you're transported to sites and sites chock full of porn. It's just too easy. People don't have to work hard for it anymore." Sadly, Houck didn't have it so easy in his childhood. "Back when I was a young little boy, I had to travel miles to my friend's house just to [see some] porn. His dad always hid them in the same place -- stacked high up in the bathroom cabinet underneath some towels. We'd have to get a fucking chair from the kitchen just to reach it. I'd like to see these new generations work so hard for porn."
5. Look at the never-ending floss coming from the dude's chest!

& Akron/Family

Pete Doherty and Shane MacGowan: New Roomies; To Get Wasted, Doherty To Always Lose House Key, MacGowan To Get Pissed, Label All His Food “SM” In Individualized Tupperware Containers and Intentionally Fail to Replace Toilet Paper Out Of Pointed Spite

A snapshot of every single second of every single minute of every single hour of every single day of every single week of every single month (etc. etc. etc.) that the recent Pete Doherty and Shane MacGowan roomie-a-go-go loveshacking lasts:

PD: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT, BRO!!!!!!!

SM: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... wooooo...

PD: POWER HOUR!!!!!!

SM: Woooooo... wooo... woo.

PD: Let’s jam!

SM: Eh, yea. Woo... woo...

PD: LIVING TOGETHER IS AWESOME. I’M TOTALLY LEARNING, TO LIKE, LIVE. LIFE IS LIKE, SO ALIVE, DUDE. SHOTTTTTIIEEE!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

SM: [Drunk vomiting]... wooo... woo.

Vic Chesnutt’s New Tour To Be Performed on Behalf of Human Creation, Art, and Architecture

It's hot in Chicago. I don't want to sweat anymore. I want it to get cold, really bone-chilling cold. Chicago cold. Snow, whipping down then swirling up because of how treacherous the wind is blowing, making the tallest and third-tallest building in the city sway HARD to scare the warm tourists in the observation towers never to return a thousand or so feet to the ground, because if the weather is this bad so close to heaven, just imagine how bad it would be with the clash of the warm front billowing up from hell.

The tourists would have to stay up there for days. Maybe weeks. When Chicago gets cold, it does for a while. Surrounded by the gray of winter, turned slightly blue because of the tint on the safety glass, the tourists would squint and hope to see the welcoming, warm orange glow of the streetlights below. And on days when the snow is pelting the windows a little less, they might steal a glimpse to get them through the next day, if for no other reason than as a reminder that, no matter what the season, we always long for its inverse. But these tourists have made a home there. What would they do in that box, that motionless glass elevator stuck on the top floor of nowhere?

I imagine they'd read the news. Men from the ground, mutant men evolved to withstand the intense steam heat from hell's core, would load the day's news onto supply carts. After the power would go out and when the tourists would become frightened (though glad to be safe in the sky), some would eventually overcome fear and language barriers to learn to work together, pulling up the carts through the unused elevator shaft. Keep them content for now, the mutants would say; eventually winter will end, because as we all know, heat rises.

The tourists, well-informed and well-fed from below, will miss the finer things in life from before this brutal winter. Their dogs, their bike riding, their human contact, because life in the sky is not as friendly as one might think, even with company. So, they'll squint again, this time across the air to their friends in the other tall building. The tourists will feel most palpably that people are always friendlier when there is some distance between them, on the ground and up high. Two glass elevators, stuck together in the blue-gray, swaying, waiting to heat up and dry out.

It's quiet up there, and the news is good, but it will get lonely. Even with a second box floating somewhere, boredom will set in. Being informed isn't enough. The tourists will want something the mutants can't send up an elevator shaft. The tourists will want art. They'll want something to give them a new understanding of themselves and the information they keep receiving. They'll want to laugh and cry and know what sardonic and poignant material was possible from humans, because that's what they'll miss most of all. During this interlude of leaderless confusion, wondering which move is the right one, a man will be born fully grown. Vic Chesnutt, named after nothing in particular, will play music he learned from an inspired bird that hid in a ceiling panel, afraid to fly south in case an event such as this occurred. Vic Chesnutt will lead the tourists himself. He'll lead them with the feeling they had been missing.

So, the tourists will go down. One by one, lowered down the elevator shaft. The mutants will scatter because they would attack on their own terms, when spirits are broken and people can't feel. But they can feel, and when they get down to the very bottom, they'll feel the heat of winter most vividly. They'll feel it as sardonic and poignant and several other things that, had they just trusted the power of human creation, art, and architecture, they might've avoided this whole ordeal in the first place.

  

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