THE DUST BUNNIES

2004-06-08T12:58:00.000-07:00

The Dust Bunnies send their best wishes for their beloved manager's wedding. YEEAAHH!!

WHERE HAVE ALL THE MINGERS GONE?

2004-06-02T12:58:00.000-07:00

Another day, another rehersal. The band's setlist revolved again around the newest material: "Howard Devoto's Spectacles", "Girlfriend on Fire", "In Praise of Wry Footnotes", "Where Have All the Mingers Gone?", "Hugging the Wrong Tree", "The Girl Who Tried To Make Her Eyes Look Really Big", "Why Is There Something (When There Could Be Nothing)?" and a fitting cover of Adam and the Ants' "Young Parisians". They also covered The Specials' "Gangsters" which started off with Adam screaming "Andrew Gallix knows, don't argue!" I'm the new Bernie Rhodes -- yay!

IN PRAISE OF WRY FOOTNOTES

2004-05-30T11:41:00.000-07:00

As everybody in the know knows by now, The Dust Bunnies are gearing up for their first gig to be held at a secret location in Paris on 12 June. During yesterday's rehearsal, The Bunnies introduced four new songs into their minimalist set: "Howard Devoto's Spectacles" (an instrumental), "Hugging the Wrong Tree" (think early Cure played by a stroppy mod band), "In Praise of Wry Footnotes" (difficult to describe) and "Why Is There Something (When There Could Be Nothing)", a ramalama take on the old theological chestnut which caused sporadic outbreaks of pogoing ("leaps of faith," as I put it, rather wittily, to someone whose name escapes me) among the band's burgeoning following.They wrapped up the evening by covering "Boredom" (The Buzzcocks), "White Riot" (The Clash) and (for the first — and probably last — time) "Venus" (Television) at a leisurely pace. The whole thing was reminiscent of jackrabbits lolloping in the sun. You get my drift.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE THE DUST BUNNIES?

2004-05-27T23:04:00.000-07:00

WHO ARE THE DUST BUNNIES?

2004-05-23T05:49:00.000-07:00

The Dust Bunnies are a Paris-based, Anglo-French art-rock combo I foolishly accepted to manage a few weeks ago. The "Bunnies", as their fans will no doubt call them (if they ever have any), first met at an Interpol gig last year (Elysée Montmartre, 21 March 2003) when Adrien (guitar) and Fabrice (bass) — two members of the Parisian Neo-Hydropathes literary collective — literally bumped into Johnny (drums), a part-time bartender who had recently relocated to the French capital from Kingston-Upon-Thames. Johnny was something of a face on the London rock scene having banged the drums for a number of barfly-by-night outfits including The Skinny White Boys. It was I who introduced them. The nameless trio rehearsed irregularly until I spotted Adam (vocals), a young Richard Hell lookalike, at a drunken Franz Ferdinand aftershow party (22 February 2004). With the line-up complete, I elected to call them The Dust Bunnies, after a short story I almost wrote a couple of years ago. The rest, as they say, is history. Or not. We'll see...